Birds of Paradise
gray days are make believe,
with a scintilla of birdsong,
almost annoying in its tease,
like a chimerical haze.
hope remembers the sun,
its shining rays,
elaborate feathers,
and paradisiacal dance.
green moss, creeping ivy,
budding oaks, streamers
of newborn pink willow,
stunning blue eyes of paradise
these Winter bones ache...
2/9/2018
Brian Strand’s 2018 Standard Contest
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